Peace, poetry, and life
I’m not sure if I call it a desire,
Its some feeling which I’ve fancied forever,
But I clean forget it until it shows up again.
I gaze and gaze with my desperate little eyes,
I think I have a phobia of forgetting beautiful things
Or is this feeling a phobia itself?
I pray of accomplishing it completely in my life ahead
But I fear I might not be able to recognize it.
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